Her people came from the place where the mist rests on the turf and the ladder to and from the heavens can unfurl. It was where they all still lived. It breathes, mist does. The fog kisses the lungs in moisture like that from which all of them had come: the womb, the sea, … Continue reading One For The Mists
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